CIVILIAN . CRYTHORN, MARIAH

Mariah Anit Crythorn

Intuitive. Rebellious. Courageous.

Riah

Twenty

October 31st

Female

Hetrosexual

Civilian

Mariah is a former solider, having been medically discharged after falling into a years worth coma when she had been shot in the head. Just now waking up, she practices her art in the form of graffiti. And unlike most street art, if art is what you’d call it, Mariah pours her emotions into her work and her pieces are easy to distinguish from all the others because of that. She also makes and sells unregistered weapons.

Personality

There are people out there who do what to they’re told, who conform to society just to fit in and be part of something. They change who they are just to get others to like them. In the case of Mariah Crythorn, she couldn’t give two shits about society and fitting in. This young adult is the keeper of a rebellious, untamed heart and she lets it soar inside her chest. She follows what feels right, and will fight skin and bone for her beliefs. Her rebellious heart doesn't like to be controlled by anyone and she tends to be disloyal to those who try to tame the fire her heart burns. It’s hard to get her to play along or even listen to commands if the one barking them at her isn't on equal wavelengths or higher than what she is. And if Mariah feels like she’s being confined, you’ll find her heading toward the nearest exit. She will turn around and bite you without a second thought if she deems you unworthy of her friendship.

But she can be a loyal soul if met by someone who proves to be an equal. She becomes very protective of those who manage to wiggle their way into her heart and she will fight for them before she ever throws a fist for herself. At the point she calls someone her friend, it means she’ll die if it meant keeping that someone safe. Earning the title of her friendship also makes her have higher expectations of those around her. She doesn't just throw her trust in the air and latch on to however happens to catch it. There always has to be a reason to let someone keep her trust. It’s not enough to have it; it has to be proven as well. Her trust is very hard to gain and just as easy to lose. And she isn't known for being forgiving should her trust be misplaced; there are no second chances with her.

However, as free as her spirit likes to be, she keeps it hidden behind a very quiet facade. While she isn't immune to throwing in a few snarky remarks or even speak words of sarcasm in favor of jokes, she believes that verbal confrontation is just a waste. Mariah will walk away from an argument before joining a verbal display of aggression. She’s not known for being outspoken; however, ask her what she’s thinking and you’ll get an honest answer. But she does take a liking to warping the way people think. Yes, she can be quite manipulative given the right resources. Testing people based on their responses, she interacts with people as is they’re puzzles needing to be solved and she’ll slowly connect the pieces through hints they display through their habits, mannerism, or even by what they say. If you’re her enemy, do not let her see your weakness because she will use it against you just to push boundaries and stretch the limits one mind can take.

Mariah has a hidden philosophical and fragile side to her, and it's only shown if she trusts the person enough or is caught off guard. It's not every day where someone wakes up from a coma after almost dying. She treasures life and tries to get as much as she can from it, tries to understand life and why things happen. Mariah likes to lay out at night and look up at the stars to think about anything and everything. Her thick walls are hard to penetrate, and it often leaves her lonely. Get her by herself and put a few drinks in her, she'll let all these repressed emotions out and will probably regret it in the morning. She's dying for companionship, even though she'll never admit it out loud or even to herself. The woman can be quite stubborn this way.

History

The saddening and utterly cliched childhood of being an orphan whose parents died in a tragic car accident escapes Mariah for this tale. Quite in fact, she grew up in a heavily influenced military household. Her father hailing from generations of military veterans. As her mother was your average house-wife who possessed a strong will for education in all its forms. Mariah was taught by her father on how to wield weapons, guns in particular, he taught her how to pick them apart and how to put them back together. The difference from hollow point bullets to even an fmj. There wasn't a gun out there that she couldn't recognize or know at least know one fact about its history. He had even helped her shoot the weapons off at shooting ranges, where he told her she had almost perfect aim. Her father wasn't about to let his only daughter grow up without a sense of self defense, he even went as far as to teach her what he knew about martial arts. And he practiced it with her until he was confident she could walk home at night and come home safely.

Her mother hadn't bothered to worry about what her husband was teaching their daughter. The quiet woman who knew her way around the kitchen had been sure to teach Mariah everything she knew and wish she knew. From cooking to the harder lessons of how to be a proper lady, Mariah had very little time for herself. She couldn't tell you what her favorite color was, or what her hobbies were. When she was alone, the young girl was either practicing what her father taught her, or working her way around the kitchen like her mother. There was never a time where she stood and thought about herself. It was always, you need to learn this so you can protect your life. Or, you need to know this to make your future husband happy.

When she finally turned eighteen, her father encouraged her to follow in his footsteps of becoming a Marine. Not even stopping to think about what she wanted, Mariah did just that. She enlisted and found herself shipped out to participate in a war she didn't support or even believe in. She was just weeks away from finally returning home when her life turned. It was a routine patrol, a path she and her unit traveled many times before between camps when they had been ambushed by the enemy. Calls were put out for reinforcements but before the back-up arrived, Mariah was hit by a bullet that ricocheted to just where her helmet stopped. But she continued to fight back until she fell unconscious and didn't wake until a year later.

Opening your eyes after a year of them being shut and the first thing you see is a white ceiling, when you remember falling unconscious to bullets and a night sky, you would think you're dead. Mariah thought just that. And her panicked heart rate had alerted the nurses and they rushed in to calm her. After learning what happened, she asked about her comrades where they told her only she had survived the attack. The next question had been about her parents, and the doctor told her that they stopped visiting after the first two months. Unsure on how to feel about the news, Mariah remained in the hospital as the doctors ran finals tests on her while she recovered. Then the day came where the doctor informed her she was good to leave and that he had called her parents to come pick her up. But she didn't bother to wait. Instead, she just left and went on her own.

It was quick her for to find an interest of the art on the city walls. After all, she lived out on the streets after refusing her return back home to her parents. And when she was finally given the opportunity to draw on the walls, the ex-solider found it quite entertaining after seeing that she was actually good at it, Mariah found it amusing as she had never even picked up a crayon before. But it helped establish a living for her, and she gained a reputation for it as well. Several small business like tattoo parlors and night clubs paid her to draw on their walls. Mariah got herself a small apartment as soon as she could afford it. And when the art requests kept coming in, Mariah bought the only hobby she knew, guns. And during downtime from spray painting on walls, she would start getting involved with the underbelly of the city by selling weapons to those who asked for them, mostly gang leaders or their officers. Though, she protected herself by telling people she wasn't the maker of weapons, just that she was only the delivery man. She can craft anything from a pistol to a sniper and everything in between; shotguns, knifes, brass knuckles, you name it, she can make it.

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